Blackfeather Woods got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in

He's always been running. True enough. But Maegi had, too. She thought that if they could make a home here, safe from the outside world, that they would stop. Or that if the time came to flee, they would do so together. She hadn't expected this. Not in a million years. And yet. . .

And yet, it made complete and total sense.

It's not just my worth, she whispered, sucking in a deep breath. He's everything—everything. I love him more than anyone else, besides my brothers. And now he's gone, and Euron's gone, and if Ramsay leaves I'll be alone again—

Maegi began to sob again, deep, heaving cries that brought her tight against Cassiopeia. She wept into the dark fur, heedless of time and space, taking comfort, for the first time in many moons, in the solace of a mother's touch. The touch she had been refused at birth; the touch she would chase her entire life.